(poetry diary 187 -2/24/17) For the sake of sanity, I’m trying to alternate political poems w/regular-life poems. Went looking for one about skiing, which I’m hoping to do this weekend if I can find any snow, and found this. Good poem. Definitely doesn’t avoid politics, though.
I love to be lured under the outstretched wings
of hemlocks heavily snowed upon, the promise
of haven they hold seductively out of the wind